Fandom One Shots

Boyfriend //Sheriarty

He watched from the shadows.

Like he always did.

Never allowed to touch or just come closer.

But this time was different.

He knew the taller man was aware of the fact that he was in his flat, watching him playing the violin.

Without stopping his play he spoke.

"You always just watch. Nothing else. Why?"

"You know about the other times?"

"Of course. I'm not blind. Even in the shadows you prefer I could never ignore or simply not realize your presence."

He put the violin away and stalked over to the short man in his living room.

"Jim why don't you dance with me?"

He hold out his hand as he spoke.

The other man took it and was pulled against his lover and dance partner.

Music started playing.

"You know Sherly, I love our games, but I like this one even more."

He rested his head against the taller man's shoulder.

"I love our games too. And don't call me Sherly, Jim."

"Oh but you love it when I call you Sherly! And I love calling you Sherly too!"

He kissed the man he leaned against.

It was just a short kiss, but it was a kiss.

"I love it when we are together like this Sherlock."

"Because we are the same?"

"Because we share our mind."

"And sometimes our bodies."

"Yes Sherlock, sometimes our bodies. Shall we do just that and go to your room?"

"No. first I'd like to dance with you."

"As you wish darling."

And with that they danced the whole night until they heard John waking up.

"Call me when you're alone Sherly.

Someday we'll tell him about us and won't have to do it like this anymore."

The man with the curly hair smiled, something rare and precious, even with Jim.

"Yes."

"To what exactly my love?"

"Both. I love you Jimmy."

"Don't call me Jimmy."

"You love it. Just like I love you."

They shared a sweet kiss until Jim pressed Sherlock away and walked out of the flat, his last words echoing his lover's..

John came down not long after that, finding the Consulting Detective sitting on the couch, drinking tea.

The blond took a cup himself and filled it with tea, taking a sip.

"Morning Sherlock."

"Jim Moriarty is my boyfriend."

John choked on his tea.

"He is your what?!"

"Boyfriend John. I'm out. Don't tell anyone."

With that the dark haired man took his coat and scarf and walked out of his flat, leaving behaind a very confused doctor.

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Happy Birthday Justine! See this as an early present!